I reacted almost exactly like Lilith, or even more dramatically.
--Wait a moment!
Is there some mistake? Even if Isabel wants to learn powerful self-defense skills, shouldn't she be learning magic from me?
Why is Lilith being brought up?
"this……"
Seriously, is it really a good idea to let such a hot-tempered young lady learn martial arts?
The reason Isabel became the way she is is probably because the master spoiled her.
While it may not be the sole reason, judging from the imitative behaviors, it is probably the most significant factor.
"Leon?"
Lilith looked at me blankly, seemingly wanting to hear my opinion.
Although I don't object to Lilith working as a tutor at the mansion, after all, it's a stable and well-paid job.
"well……"
However, my image as a king-level mage has completely collapsed.
"It's up to you, Lilith!"
This situation was indeed a bit unexpected, but it's not necessarily a bad thing. As far as Lilith's strength is concerned, although she can't compare to the Sword King-level Fischl, she is still a trustworthy person.
"Uh... this shouldn't be brought up by you, the master; the young lady herself should come to me!"
"Huh—what are you saying, Lilith?!"
"What did you say!"
I saw the old man suddenly raise his fist excitedly, and his voice was louder than ever before.
"My lord! Please calm down, Lilith didn't mean that!"
I hurriedly got up to explain, while also giving Lilith a meaningful look.
But Lilith acted as if she hadn't seen it, instead crossing her left leg over her right and speaking in the same arrogant tone.
"Since you're asking someone for a favor, don't you even have the most basic aristocratic manners? Or is the Albad family just a bunch of idiots who can't even ask someone for a favor?"
"ha--"
—Lilith, are you crazy?! How could you talk like that!
"My lord! Lilith, she..."
"Shut up, Leon!"
"..."
Immediately afterwards, the patriarch stood up excitedly, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his eyes scrutinized Lilith with a fierce and angry expression.
"Oh no..."
I have to say, as the head of the family, the eldest master exerted an immense pressure on me, even more so than when facing the sixth prince. I was practically sweating bullets.
Lilith, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm, resting her hand on her chin, seemingly not taking the lord seriously at all.
At this point, I could only turn to Duke Albad for help, hoping he could persuade the master to forgive Lilith's rashness.
“Father! Miss Lilith is right, that is indeed true…”
"Shut up too!"
"..."
"..."
—Can't you even listen to your own son?
"Hmph! You want to ask others for help, but you're unwilling to bow your head... Do you want to raise Isabel to be an adult like yourself?"
"It's over... completely hopeless..."
I've completely given up on treatment. Whether I'm kicked out of the mansion or get a beating, I'm prepared.
"Wow! You really dare to say that! But it's true!"
To my surprise, the old man's clenched fist stopped creaking and he nodded heavily.
Then, he raised his voice.
"Isabel! Come to the reception room right now!"
"..."
That volume of sound, almost enough to rupture one's eardrums, just how much lung capacity does that require?
In short, he should have escaped a calamity for the time being. The hot-tempered old man was surprisingly reasonable. Did he run into an opponent like Lilith?
After all, Lilith is probably the only one who can speak to the lord like that so far!
Yes!
After hearing the master's voice, a response came from somewhere in the mansion.
This struck me as very strange. Didn't the Albad family have a culture of sending maids to deliver messages?
Shouting like that to get someone to do something is something only primitive people would do.
—No! Even Isabel is like that!
"Who are these people in this family...?"
Will Katya, living in a place like this, also turn into a strange child with a lot of bad habits?
Please, please don't!
Trembling, he sat back down on the sofa. The old man, as explosive as gunpowder, truly gave me quite a bit of lingering fear.
A moment later, footsteps were heard outside the room, and then a girl rushed in.
"I am coming!"
However, when Isabelle sees me sitting on the sofa, she will raise her chin and glare at me fiercely.
"...!"
What's going on? This has nothing to do with me!
Is this threatening gesture a family tradition?
"ah……"
I was unfortunately caught up in this family; yes, that's the most accurate reflection of my feelings.
"Nobles... they're such a pain in the ass..."
Even now, I find myself missing the time I spent in the palace.
"Grandfather, have you already spoken to me about the matter I just asked you to handle?"
Although it was Isabel, it was clear that she still showed some flattery towards her so-called grandfather.
"Isabel! If you need to ask someone for a favor, you must learn to humbly ask! Otherwise, it will seem very impolite!"
The old man turned and stared at Isabel with the same look he had given us.
"Hey hey... now you realize you're being rude, even though you were definitely the most rude person the whole time!"
Honestly, compared to the Duke of Croggs' family, this family has far too many bad habits, there seems to be no limit to them.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Isabelle's lips twisted downwards, and she glared at me fiercely.
"But Grandfather, you promised me..."
"Shut up! If you don't speak up yourself, then don't bother learning martial arts!"
"Yes, that's for the best!"
With a temperamental young lady and crude fighting skills, I'm really worried about what kind of monster they'll create, like Ilotti?
"No, no, no!"
Ilotti's volatile temper stems from the fact that she possesses two personalities, unlike Isabel's situation!
"Waaah..."
Isabel, her face flushed, glared at me again. Of course, her blushing in this situation was not due to shyness, but rather anger and humiliation.
"Wait a minute! That look in your eyes?"
There's no mistake, I have indeed seen that look somewhere before, when Duke Croggs demanded that Ilotti apologize to me.
That's terrifying...
"Please...please..."
"Is this the attitude you should have when asking someone for a favor?!"
The old man roared.
I almost thought my eardrum had ruptured.
Do you even have the right to say such things?
"Um!"
Isabel's expression softened after the lord's shout.
Indeed, the best way to suppress violence is to be even more violent!
Immediately afterwards, Isabel suddenly crossed her arms above her head and then forcefully pulled her ears, stretching them into long shapes.
"...What the hell is going on this time?"
I must say, not only me, but even Lilith next to me was stunned, looking at Isabel with the same astonished expression.
Finally, Isabel squatted down in this strange posture and winked at Lilith as she spoke.
"Please...please teach Isabel martial arts! Please!"
"ha--"
I simply can't believe there's such a way to ask someone for a favor. By the way, is stretching the ears into a long shape an imitation of the elves?
In other words, this strange way of asking people for favors was created by the lord himself!
Don't teach your granddaughter such a perverse sense of humor!
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